Last Light: Nick Stone Book 4: Andy McNab's best-selling series of Nick Stone thrillers - with bonus material
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Nick Stone – deniable operator for British Intelligence – has been assigned to carry out an officially-sanctioned assassination. When he realizes who the target is, he refuses. But he is then given a chilling ultimatum: fly to Central America and finish the job, or the eleven-year-old orphan in his care will get killed. Stone arrives in sweltering Panama, close to breaking point. His life is in pieces, but things only get worse when he finds himself caught at the centre of a lethal conspiracy involving Columbian guerrillas. Hundreds of innocent lives are at stake. Their only chance of rescue is Stone. But he has a critically injured friend to rescue, miles of dense rainforest to navigate and the toughest decision of his life to make… ‘A heart thumping read’ Mail on Sunday
mad. My eyes darted between them. ‘Just do it, trust me.’ Luz was already clicking the keyboard of her PC at the other end of the room when Carrie beckoned me closer. ‘What?’ I could smell the mud caked in her hair, and heard the sound of the modem handshaking. She stared at me, her pupils almost fully dilated. ‘Kelly, the Yes Guy. You got to do something . . .’ ‘It’s OK, I’ve taken care of that, for now at least.’ She smiled like a drunk. ‘I got it, Nick – I got Google.’ I walked over and
The pins and needles had returned and I found that my elbows were on the table and my face was stuck in my hands. For some reason I was remembering being seven years old, tears running down my face, trying to explain to my stepfather that I was scared of the dark. Instead of a comforting cuddle and the bedroom light left on, I got a slapped face and told not to be such a wimp or the night monster would come out from under the bed and eat me. He used to make me flap big-time, and I’d spend the
holiday attire, that was for sure. He looked more like a farmhand or hippie throwback than any kind of doctor. As I watched and tuned in, Tiger Lil burst into the hall, heaving an enormous squeaky-wheeled suitcase behind her. She screamed in unison with two equally large black women as they jumped all over each other, kissing and cuddling. The arrivals area was packed with food and drink stalls, all producing their own smells that bounced off the low ceiling and had nowhere to escape to.
hat. It creeps me out.’ Very soon we were out of the slums and moved into upscale residential. One house we passed was still under construction and the drills were going for it big-time. Men were digging, pipes were being laid. All the power was coming from a generator that belonged to the US Army. I knew that because the camouflage pattern and the ‘US Army’ stencilling told me so. Aaron obviously felt a lot better now. ‘See that?’ He pointed at the generator. ‘What would you say? Four thousand
in a brace. ‘We have a generator, of course,’ she said earnestly, looking me in the one and a half eyes she could see. ‘It gives power to the house, and also charges two new banks of batteries linked together in parallel. That’s for emergencies and to keep the generator noise down at night.’ She giggled. ‘Mom goes totally postal if the generator is left on late.’ I laughed, though not as much as Luz as she tried to drink some milk. Carrie joined us with two steaming mugs of coffee. ‘It’s not